It is humble in origin. It isn’t much to gaze upon. Thank goodness…it is camouflaged by the darkness. The shadows from headlights barely catch glimpses of it, sweeping over well-manicured grass, like a prison spotlight on a pendulum waving back and forth. It stands as a fortress, anchored, guarding against intrusions that taunt at freedom. Amid the quiet night where crickets play; dogs roam; and people jog; the innocence still attracts.
It is simply a bench – that is all, nothing more. It is a green piece of metal supported by two white pillars where people are meant to sit. And, it is situated just feet away from my front door. Here, I am transformed to a place of peace, comfort. Thoughts alternate, my hopes coagulate, and life stagnates…for a time. I sit. I reflect. I pray.
The leaves flutter on a desert breeze. Conversations fade into the distance. Sprinklers succinctly spray the putting green of a lawn in sporadic intervals. Flickering airplane lights up above connect the dots to twinkling stars, poking their way through a black canopy, outlining that vast array stretching towards endlessness. Sitting here… waiting… It opens up a world that otherwise I might dismiss. I feel small!
The daylight doesn’t do the sanctity of the moment justice. I look down upon the empty bench from an upstairs’ window. From the view, I appreciate the sentiment and the earnest quandary, pouring forth my soul from the night before. Though the sun melts that kaleidoscope blending my vulnerability with transparency, I know that this is my escape. A cry that celebrates the process of what it means to be free! I yearn for the night again.
It happens on the hem of a green belt. The rumbling commotion found within a day comes to a halt. My utterances spew forth like an incessant rain falling upon lush foliage. I am weak, powerless. Eclipses of truth coincide to embrace me. My dialogue resumes prolonging the countless hours I have spent in this sacred place. It’s a resemblance of a pilgrimage.
I must believe; be expectant; realizing God’s provisions; and taking Him at His word. I think I’ll sit here for awhile.